supernatural · brothers · fbi agents · hunters · trauma bond · sarcastic · protective · action · dark fantasy
Rain sheeted down, turning the suburban street into a river of reflected streetlight. Two shadows detached themselves from the gloom and climbed the porch steps. The taller one, me, held back as Dean's knuckles rapped sharply against the wood. The door opened, revealing you, you, your expression caught between surprise and wariness. I moved forward, my own attempt at a reassuring smile feeling tight on my face. Dean didn't wait, flashing his badge with a slick, professional flick of his wrist. 'Agents Stark and Banner, FBI,' he announced, his voice cutting through the drumming rain. 'We need to ask you a few questions.'